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In the heart of Faytheria's enchanted forest, beneath the silvery glow of a moon that seemed to laugh with irony, the secluded glade witnessed a tragicomic spectacle. There, Olavo, the human player with a determined gaze, tried – unsuccessfully – to calm the fury of Beatris, the untamed feral girl devoted to the "Children of the Girl with Little Tails". Her words, laden with pain and indignation, cut through the air:
— You ridiculous thing, go ride your mare, enjoy it!
On the other side, Pocotati, the centaur with delicate features and almost mythical haughtiness, spared no criticism with a mocking laugh:
— Haha, my dear, I guarantee I'm a good mount. Better than having a smelly leopard tail!
Beatris, with eyes ablaze and a voice trembling with hurt, retorted:
— I don't eat grass where horses poop, and I don't vomit hairballs, much less lick my own butt to bathe!
Amidst this whirlwind of insults and accusations, Olavo tried, with all the sincerity of a wounded heart, to exhort:
— I never betrayed you with Pocotati!
But his words were lost in the chaos, and Beatris, in despair, raised her hands to the sky, invoking her Goddess Fay with fervor:
— Goddess Fay, intervene! Show me the truth and calm this broken heart!
In the blink of an eye – and with all the irreverence that only childish divinity can have – Fay appeared, bringing with her a strange and enchanting glow. Appearing to be between 10 and 12 years old, Fay exhibited a slender and enigmatic figure. Her dark blonde hair, held in a delicate "maria chicquina" style, framed a face where innocence mixed with a mischievous wisdom. Her skin, of a black so deep that it swallowed the light, radiated an intense neon green glow, concentrated especially in her curious and malicious eyes. Dressed in a refined Victorian outfit – a flared skirt and corsets adorned with magical designs that moved as if they had a life of their own – Fay seemed ready to transform that drama into a true life lesson (or at least a good laugh).
At the moment when tension hung like fog in the glade, an unexpected figure floated to the center of the confusion. It was Fay, the divine emissary of Faytheria, with her countenance that mixed childish innocence and an enchantingly irreverent authority. Firmly holding her doll Eleonora – inseparable companion of her tea moments – she interrupted the tumult with a look of surprise and a tone that admitted no games:
— HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!
— What a soap opera! All that's missing is some background drums and sad music... — she clapped her hands to her face, widening her eyes. — But seriously, why are you fighting so much? You interrupted me while I was having tea with my doll Eleonora!
She raised the toy... and in a quick and theatrical movement, tore off the doll's head, throwing it away.
— Well then, since I'm without tea and without a doll... — she crossed her arms, floating in a position of superiority — what's going on here, children? What are you playing at? Explain yourselves!
— Oh goddess of the Little Tails, Belatriz bows in reverence, Olavo and Pocotati also as a demonstration of respect and submission.
— Please help me, my heart hurts, my boyfriend, I think I was betrayed, he doesn't love me anymore, what should I do Goddess. Says Belatriz with teary eyes.
Fay with her hand on her chin, thoughtful, twirling in the air. — I know, a game, talk show. snaps her fingers. The scenery changes to a place like talk show challenges, an audience appears out of nowhere, confused and somewhat dazed.
A microphone appears in her hands — Boys and girls, today our participants are Beatriz the Feral with a broken heart, PopoTati, the centaur of the pasture, and Olavo the Human
Asshole... Sorry, friends for the vocabulary, it's human Blockhead, okay!
— You will stay here, watching from the VIP box, in the best place possible!
The vibrant energy of the arena gave way to the announcement of the challenges, and Fay, with a playful voice, launched the first one:
— Challenge number one: Tap Dance Contest! Whoever has more rhythm, better dance!
The two contestants, Pocotati and Belatris, were already positioning themselves, ready to show off their steps, while the spectators could hardly contain their laughter.
The battle is frenetic, Pocotati wins, jury scores, Pocotati - 8, Beatriz - 6.5
One of the spectators tried to leave his place, Fay with a subtle movement lifts him into the air by his underwear. — Disobedient, you will be grounded here until the end of the show!
— Challenge number two: You will have to cross a winding path, full of obstacles – and, get this, under this path flows a river of phlegm! Prepare to get all dirty!
The scenery changed again, revealing a tortuous, slippery trail, with viscous splashes that defied gravity.
The path was full of obstacles, Pocotati gets clumsy because of the excess of legs, two is better than four in this case. She ended up covered in green Phlegm. The audience feels disgusted and boos.
— And finally, challenge number three: Olavo, you will be tied to a circular platform – hands and feet, spinning like in a truth game! Meanwhile, Pocotati and Belatris will have three questions each to ask. If our dear Olavo tells the truth, all good; but if he lies... well, prepare yourselves! Each lie will trigger a dagger that I, the fabulous Goddess "of the Little Tails", will fire. Each dagger that gets close to your "jewels" – yes, those precious ones – will bring a cold sweat and an anguished cry from the audience!
Fay made a dramatic pause, her eyes twinkling with pure childish fun. She turned to the spectators, still hovering with her arms crossed, and concluded:
— Did Olavo betray Beatris? Let's find out now if his jewels remain intact!
Beatris snapped her fingers, her fiery gaze fixed on Olavo.
— First question, you trash: Did you kiss this disgusting mare or not?
Olavo, trapped on the rotating platform, felt cold sweat run down his forehead. His eyes darted from Beatris to Pocotati, then to Fay, who twirled in the air like a lively talk show host.
— So, Olavinho? The truth will set you free... or will it castrate you? — Fay waved her hand, and a dagger appeared floating in the air, shining dangerously.
The audience held their breath.
— N-no! I never kissed her! — Olavo stammered.
Fay frowned, tilting her head from side to side.
— Mmmmh... Really? I don't know, but the universe knows. — She snapped her fingers, and the rotating platform glowed with mystical runes. A flash of light filled the stage, and out of nowhere, a holographic screen appeared, showing a crystal-clear scene from the past.
There was Olavo, in a flowery field, kissing Pocotati in the twilight.
The audience exploded in shouts, boos, and laughter.
— OOOHHHHHH! TRAITORRRR! — someone from the audience shouted.
— BUSTED! — exclaimed another, pointing to the screen.
Beatris clenched her fists, while Pocotati rolled her eyes, indifferent.
— Gosh, Olavo... that sounds like a lie. — Fay winked, and the first dagger flew across the stage.
THUNK!
The blade stuck into the wood, inches away from Olavo's "jewels". He let out a desperate scream.
— I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! — he yelled, trying to struggle, but the platform rotated slowly, mocking his agony.
Beatris crossed her arms, growling.
— Second question: Do you really love this mare?
Pocotati raised an eyebrow.
— Pfft, even I want to hear this.
Olavo blinked several times, his brain working a mile a minute.
— Y-yes! I mean... no! Not in the way I love you, Beatris!
Fay snapped her fingers. The platform glowed again, and a new image appeared on the screen.
This time, Olavo was writing a pathetic poem for Pocotati.
— "Your hooves are stars, your tail a constellation..." — Fay read aloud, suppressing laughter. — Oh, how cheesy, my love. But, unfortunately... it sounds like a LIE again!
The second dagger fired.
THUNK!
This time, it grazed Olavo's thighs. He let out a roar and closed his legs as much as he could.
The audience roared with excitement. Some were rooting for blood. Others were wide-eyed in pure shock.
Fay chuckled, clapping her hands in the air.
— OH MY, THIS IS BETTER THAN CHEAP DRAMA! Last chance, Olavinho!
Beatris took a deep breath and launched the fatal question.
— If I had never found out... would you have told me the truth?
Silence weighed like lead. Olavo opened and closed his mouth, desperate. His eyes swept the audience, looking for an escape. Looking for Fay. Looking for a miracle.
— I-I...
He knew any answer was dangerous.
— Olavo... — Fay whispered, amused. — Think carefully... because this is the last dagger.
He swallowed hard.
— I... I would have told you... y-yes...
The screen glowed.
This time, the past showed no words. It only showed silence.
Several scenes flashed in sequence. Times and times again when Olavo had the chance to tell the truth. But he never told it.
Fay covered her mouth, letting out a long "oooohhhhhh".
— Big fat lie!
The last dagger danced in the air, aiming straight at the point of greatest tension.
The audience was hypnotized. Beatris widened her eyes. Pocotati even held her breath.
— And here we go... — Fay winked.
The dagger fired.
Olavo let out a sharp scream.
The blade flew... and stuck into the wood, by a thread.
Absolute silence.
The audience exploded in shouts. He had survived – by a hair.
Fay threw her hands up in the air.
— AND THAT CONCLUDES OUR TRUTH GAME! Olavo survived with his jewels intact... BUT...
She turned to Beatris, who was panting with rage, and to Pocotati, who was already cleaning herself of the green phlegm.
— Now you two decide... is the prize worth it?
Beatris cast a furious look at Olavo, who was still tied up, trembling. Then, she took a deep breath... and spun on her heels.
— Tsk... not worth the effort. — And she left the stage, head held high.
The audience shouted in support. Pocotati also let out a long sigh and scratched her head.
— To be honest... he's kind of too heavy for my taste. — And she left right after.
Olavo widened his eyes, his face a comical mixture of absolute despair, paralyzing panic, and ridiculously fragile relief at still having his precious "jewels" intact. Tears welled up without permission, running down his face in an ugly and muffled cry.
— H-hey! Guys! Wait! Let's talk like civilized adults, please?!
But they were already gone.
Fay burst into laughter.
— And with that, we end the program! — She twirled in the air, clapping her hands. — Thank you all for your viewership! I hope you learned something about lying, betrayal, and testicles in danger!
She snapped her fingers.
The stage, the audience, everything disappeared, returning to where they were.
Only Olavo and absolute silence remained.
He was still tied up.
— ...Hello? Anyone? Untie me from here?
Nothing.
And, in the distance, Fay's laughter echoed through the wind.
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